A waning moon rose to the night sky, sprinkling a hazy silver gauze, and the mottled tree shadows fell on the path in a row, weaving a terrifying picture of ghosts. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and the owls' wailings were far or near, making people even more terrified.

"Jianghu, why are you dabbling with? What lanterns are you lit in such a bright moon? It's gone! I've finished the candles I just bought!" The fat man in front roared fiercely.

"Oh, I got it, Master." I quickly blew out the lantern in my left hand, carried the shovel in my right hand to my shoulder, and trotted and caught up with the fat man: "Master, we...we really want to go?"

"Why? You've been here, do you still want to go back?" The fat man turned around, with the faint moonlight on his back, and he stared at him again, looking like a ghost.

I quickly lowered my head and stopped talking. The experience over the past ten years told me that if I dared to say another word, a slap would come immediately and landed hard on my right face, and then swelled for two or three days.

He is my master, known as "fat man", and almost everyone calls him that. Of course, I only dare to call him that from behind, or in my heart, and in front of me... Haha, why does his right cheek still hurt when I think about it?

The fat man now looks a little round, but he is not too fat. He heard that he was the nickname he got when he was young. Later, his wife died of dying from childbirth. He was heartbroken and had no appetite. In addition, he had to take care of the child, so he lost fifty kilograms of fat in less than a year and never gained weight again. However, the nickname remained, so everyone forgot his real name.

His name? Haha, I feel ashamed to speak, but I really couldn't imagine it. I only knew that his surname was Wang because his daughter was Wang Jiajia. It's right that the father and daughter should have the same surname.

Fatty Wang should be forty-nine years old, because my mother told me to buy him a jar of wine tomorrow and then fifty birthday peaches.

The custom in our place is: birthday birthdays are done, only ten, and men are too close to each other. In other words, a man has said that he has a fifty birthday to the public, but in fact he is only forty-nine. If it is a woman, it is just fifty.

But to be honest, Fatty Wang looked a little anxious. He had a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked energetic, but his skin was dark and his beard was full of beard. I am afraid no one would doubt that he was sixty.

I heard that he was a ruthless character when he was young. He had been hunting with his father since he was young, and later he killed a wild boar with bare hands. However, he was seriously injured. Thanks to a miracle doctor who helped him save his life.

After he recovered, he stopped hunting and went to the miracle doctor's clinic to work as a clerk. He was talented and listened to many medical skills, and many minor problems could be solved. He originally hoped to become a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded, but the miracle doctor had many rules for accepting disciples, and Fatty Wang could not catch him at all.

In anger, Fatty Wang decided not to treat the living people and get medicine, and it would be more comfortable to serve the dead, so he learned to have an autopsy from others and started to get dead people all day long.

However, when outsiders talk about him being cruel, it is not because he is a coroner, but because he stabbed his wife in the past. When it comes to "killing chickens to get eggs", people often do it, but if you say "killing your wife to get children", it is probably only Fatty Wang who has done it.

It is said that Fatty Wang's wife was having trouble giving birth, and she found several stable women, but it was useless. She became famous. Soon, his wife died of anger. Fatty Wang lay on his wife and wailed, but she felt that the child in her belly seemed to be still moving, so she took a kitchen knife and cut her belly, took out the child, and was still alive.

"arrive."

Fatty Wang suddenly stopped, which almost hit him.

I looked at the newly built mound of soil and couldn't help but take two steps back: "Master...Master, isn't this good... not?"

"What's wrong with this hot day? If you don't hurry up, it's all rotten. Hurry up, dig!"

I put the lantern on the branch, put my hands together and bowed three times to the pile of soil, picked up the shovel on the ground and turned it over.

"Slow down, don't break it!" Fatty Wang reminded.

"Yes, Master." I responded quickly, turned over the soil above, and the coffin on the ground was exposed. I swallowed, took a step back, and felt a chill on my back.

Fatty Wang spit out the mint leaves in his mouth, put them up and slapped them on the coffin: "That boy Long Yuhan is quite righteous. He just made such a fine work and even made a coffin for him!"

"Fine work?" I pointed at the coffin, so shocked that I couldn't stop myself.

Fatty Wang looked up at the moon, touched his beard and said, "A few hours ago, something big happened in our Xiangzhou City. Are you afraid you don't know yet?"

It's been kept in hiding again! He's nearly fifty years old, a small coroner, who treats you as a scallion except bragging in front of me?

Haha, big things? Since I remember, there have been more big things in Xiangzhou City, especially since two months ago, the saint assigned an imperial envoy to Xiangzhou City. There are always big things happening every day. But what is Fatty Wang talking about at this moment? It is probably related to the dead people in this coffin?

Fatty Wang saw that I was silent, and knocked on the lid of the coffin again: "Do you know who is here?"

I was stunned: "Didn't the master say it? Is it a detailed work? Could it be that the imperial envoy found out that the Tubo spy was mixed in our city?"

Fatty Wang glared again: "You open the coffin and test it yourself."

"Oh, yes, Master." I pried open the nail with a shovel, opened the coffin, and covered my sleeves to look inside.

"Light up the lantern! It's dark and lit, can you see clearly?" Fatty Wang said, kicking his feet towards my butt, and I staggered and almost fell into the coffin.

"Yes, Master." I touched my butt, looked at the dim moon in the sky, lit the lantern and placed it on the coffin, and the surroundings suddenly lit up.

"The deceased is a male, looks very young, about twenty-five years old, with a dark face. The initial cause of death should be death from poisoning."

I said, peeling off his clothes: "The wound is on the left abdomen."

"What hurts?"

I was stunned. When I went out, Fatty Wang only said that I would take a shovel to dig a grave, but I didn’t say that I had a mortal examination? There was no tool on my body.

But the experience of following him for ten years told me that I had to use local materials. So I broke a branch and looked at the wound, then raised the lantern and looked at it: "I was injured by a sharp weapon. The middle of the wound is deep and shallow all around. It should be a spindle-shaped weapon, which looks like a dart? The wound is blood-black, and I am afraid it is poisonous."

"Well, it was indeed the poison darts injured."

I smelled the poisonous blood from the wound: "This poison is rare. I seemed to have seen it when I was having an autopsy with my master a few years ago. It was called... Oh, by the way, a little red in the snow. Back then..."

I stopped. Fatty Wang has no friends, and there are many yamen runners in the governor's office. He only has some friendship with the two of them and has a drink together every now and then. One person is really fat, and his surname is Zhen, and everyone calls him "really fat". Another person has a surname of Meng, but he is extremely handsome, and he is nicknamed "Meng Shouzi".

On the fifteenth day of the winter of the previous year, spies were mixed in with Xiangzhou City. "Real Fatty" and "Meng Shouzi" discovered something strange and took twenty people to chase them. As a result, "Real Fatty" and other 17 people died under the poisonous darts, and "Meng Shouzi" also lost one leg, and only two young constables escaped by chance.

Fatty Wang snatched the coffin and looked at the corpse inside, his voice trembling: "Jianghu, do you... know? This person... is the murderer who killed my friend back then."

"Master, he is dead, let's be sad. Judging from the degree of blood coagulation and the state of corpse spots, the death time should be three hours ago, probably around Xu hour last night."

"Yes, yesterday the imperial envoy informed us to gather at Youshi and tried several cases. Later, he was caught out in public. He wanted to take him to prison and then send him to the capital for trial another day, but he committed suicide on the spot because of his crime."

Fatty Wang sighed, with a satisfied smile on his face, and then said, "You kid are not very familiar with the various organs of the human body. If you want to become a coroner, this is not OK. Take this opportunity to cut open his stomach and take a good look. If you missed it, where will you find such a good specimen for you in the future."

"No, Master..."

"If you ask me to call me Master, just do it. I will see clearly. I will draw a detailed picture for me tomorrow, and draw every intestine and every blood vessel for me clearly." Fatty Wang said sternly, threw down a sharp knife, and left resolutely.

I am very awe of this fat man Wang. Who made him my master? But, I don’t want to be a despicable coroner who is despised for the rest of my life like him. I... I am a person who still has to do big things.

My name is Li Jianghu, "Li", but the national surname is powerful, right? The word "Jianghu" is so heroic. No matter how you don't want to be a general, you have to be a hero. No matter how bad it is, you should be a constable like Long Yuhan, right? How can you spend your whole life with dead people? The key is, where do you come from every day waiting for me to have an autopsy?

But I have to hand in the picture tomorrow! If I can't hand in it, I will be beaten again. I touched my right face and couldn't help feeling wronged for it in advance. Who said that a gentleman would not speak or act? Who said that a person would not slap in the face?

Alas, Fatty Wang is not a gentleman and is unreasonable, so how can he understand these things? The key is that he is still a left-handed man. He used to using his left hand as soon as he hits people. Every time I get hurt on my right face, I feel that my handsome face has been beaten wrongly by him.

I sighed twice and held the sharp knife in my hand tightly. Although the deceased in the coffin was a meticulous work, since they all committed suicide because they were afraid of the crime, why did I use it for dissection and study?

Besides, Fatty Wang is not here to teach me, how can I tell each blood vessel clearly? Also, why am I drawing these? Who killed someone and cut them open before taking action? Even a doctor is still looking at, listening, asking and touching, who will do surgery?

"Woo, woo..."

The owl's wailing was even more terrifying. A gust of wind blew, and the shadows seemed to pounce on them at any time.

I couldn't help but shivered, inserted the knife into my belt, and bowed to the corpse: "I'm sorry, brother, you don't look like a fierce god. Everyone is the master of their own. It's not easy. Keep going to sleep and disturb me!"

As I said that, I quickly covered the coffin, covered the soil, took a lantern and a shovel and left the chassis like a shovel.

Chapter completed!